Sacrament Of Wilderness

Naked in midwinter magic Lies an angel in the snow The frozen figure Crossed by tracks of wolves An encounter symbolic yet truthful With a hungry choir of wolves An agreement imemorial to be born Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest Accompany all charming tunes Of a sacrament by a campfire promise between the tameless And the one with a tool Tonight the journey From a cave begins I want to hunt With the tameless heart I want to lear The wisdom of mountains afar We will honor the angel in the snow We will make the streams For our children flow Wrapped in Beneath the northern lights From my cave I watch the land untamed And wonder if some becoming season Will make the angel melt in shame I want to hunt With the tameless heart I want to lear The wisdom of mountains afar I want to hunt With the tameless heart I want to lear The wisdom of mountains afar We will honor the angel in the snow We will make the streams For our children flow